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When I Was A Kid
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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Gay Male / 18

    My name is John, and when I was 16 years old I was a very horny kid. When ever my parents would leave me alone at home, I would strip down and parade around with my hard, cut white boy cock sticking out in plain veiw, finding pleasure in exploring my naked body. I have a younger brother named Max who is 5 years younger than me. My parents were very religous, so I would be in a great deal of trouble if they knew what I did, but that is part of what made me so horny.

    One night, my parents went out to dinner, leaving me to watch my little brother. I was really horny that night, but it was going to be difficult to fufill my sexual desires and watch Max, unless I got him to join me. He was watching TV in the living room, so I walk up to him completly naked, stopping when my cock head was only inches from his face.

    "What are you ... why are you naked?" asked Max with a nervous giggle.

    "D on't you see," I said. "Since Mom and Dad aren't here, we don't have to wear clothes."

    & quot;Ok" he said, procedding to drop his pants, allowing the cool air to grace his preteen cock.

    We sat and countinued to watch TV, but neither of us were focused on it. I was enthuesed by Max's cock, as I had never seen a penis that wasn't mine before. He seemed to be alot bigger than I was at his age. Max was incesently staring at my erect freiend.

    "Why do you have hair there and I don't?" he inquire, running his hand through the jungle of pubes that covered my crouch.

    "You'll get some when you get older" I tell him.

    "Why is yours hard?" he countinues.

    "I'l l show you" I answer. I get up and get my lap top and pull up a picture of this naked blonde girl that I had jerked off to many times before. I show him it and I watch as his dick slowlly starts to straighten out and expand. I then reach down and start stroking it, and soon cum starts to drip out from his tiny head. I then switch to an image of this black hair chick giving a guy a blow job.


    "I could do that to you" Max says.


    I am not one to refuse a blow job, no matter who it is from.


    I lean up against the wall and let Max go to town, feeling the inside of his mouth with my dick, and being tickeled by his very naughty tongue as it moves all over my shaft. I close my eyes and think about what is happening. I was getting sucked off by my naked preteen brother and it felt fucking amazing. I feel the largest load of my life spray out from my cock and fill Max's saliva filled mouth.


    Then I hear a gasp. I open my eyes and see Mom and Dad standing in shock.


    Max turns to my parents to say hi, but when he goes to talk, my ejaculate come flowing out of his mouth.


    Since our parnets now thought we were both gay, they sent us to an all boys conversion "class". The "all boys" part would be very counter intuitive, as me and my brother would soon find out.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 20

    I am a 20 year old male. My dick is 2.1 inch when erect .I was worried about this so I decided to jerk off everyday. I thought my dick would eventually get bigger. However things remained the same. I am also not able to ask my crush on date because I am worried I will not be able to perform well in bed.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 40

    When I was 11 years old I was riding my bike in the park. It was starting to get dark and I would be in trouble if I didn't get home before dark.

    Anyway, I was approached by a man who looked to be about 50. We started to talk and he offered me $10 if I would let him see my privates. I figured it was a harmless way to make a few bucks, so I agreed to do it.

    We went behind some bushes and I dropped my shorts and underwear. At that time I only had a thin band of pubic hair around the base of my penis, which was already about 3" long. The man then offered me another $10 if he could massage my penis. Again I agreed once he gave me the $20.

    He started to stroke my penis and it started to get hard. I then told the man I had to leave for home before it got dark. At that point he grabbed me and threatened to beat me unless I let him suck my penis. I was afraid he would beat me so I let him put my penis in his mouth.

    It wasn't long until I had my very first orgasm. I think it was dry, but I'm not sure.

    At that point the man wiped his mouth and I pulled up my pants. I hurried home just in time, but I avoided the park for quite a while.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 18

    I was 15, had a total drunk for a mom. She would get blasted drunk, come home and pass out. sometimes she came home, got fucked by some weird guy who would leave and she'd be passed out on her bed. She was always either naked or her skirt was up at her waist, panties on the floor, blouse opened and bra off revealing her tits. My sister was 18 and just like mom a total drunk who came home already fucked rather than bringing home random guys. I'd seen my mom getting fucked, sucking cock, getting buttfucked, and on a couple of occasions with another naked woman. I'd usually have the duty of cleaning her up and trying to get her to bed in her PJs which was usually a see through, shorty nightie.

    I'd been feeling her for a year or so, fingering her, evening sucking on her big tits. I couldn't take it anymore and at 15 stuck my cock inside my own mother. I didn't want to fuck her I just wanted to feel what a pussy was like. So I put it in her, and just wanted to keep it inside her wet, already cum filled pussy. I laid on top of her for a bit and just moved it back and forth 2 or 3 times and couldn't help it, I shot off inside her. I ended up fucking her and shooting in her. I pulled out as soon as I could, I knew my sperm would mix with the asshole who fucked her and left for the night.

    I never did it again, though I did jack off to her and on her a few times while getting her ready for bed. My sister wouldn't usually fall that far out but I did get to view her naked body several times. I didn't intend to fuck her but I did, just trying to feel what it was like to have my cock in a pussy.

    It was 2 years before I got a girlfriend to let me fuck her and feel that pleasure again. It was much better with us both awake and into it, but WOW it was a LONG TWO YEARS.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 52

    Iâve had an obsession with womenâs feet since I was a little kid playing with my soldiers or my marbles on the floor in close proximity of my motherâs feet, my auntâs feet and the feet of their female visitors. Even as a 4 and 5 year-old, I had become fascinated by the form of the female foot: the shapely longish toes, the high arches, the sometimes calloused, sometimes smooth heels and soles, and the loveliness of toes painted red, looking luscious like cherries. Oh how badly I wanted, needed to lick those soles and suck those toes. My make believe soldier wars would enter into cease fires as I would crawl ever closer to those enticing feet. When I was within inches of them, and dared not come any closer, dared not kiss them or lick or suck them as I had dreamed of doing, I would sniff the air around the object of my obsession, of my desire or sometimes brush my lips against their feet so that the woman would shoo me away.

    I had a jigsaw puzzle of Dracula carrying a beautiful barefoot maiden to his lair and I would stare at the maidenâs beautiful feet and masturbate my little uncut penis, slap-slap-slapping it back and forth across the foreskin covered head until I would dry cum. Later, when I was 7 or 8 years old, I discovered an entire world of pleasure in the bedroom closets of my mother and her younger sister who had come to live with us after separating and eventually divorcing her husband, a brutish, humorless lout. Whenever I was home alone, I would sit on their closet floors and sniff, lick and suck their sandals and shoes, holding one to my nose or mouth as I furiously masturbated with my right hand. I would carefully selected which sandal, which mule, I would adore and then worship it as I beat my penis until I felt that incredible sensation of cumming, still without semen.

    I first came while masturbating when I was 11 years old and after cumming, a milky, thin substance pooled in my cum slit and dripped off the end of my red rubbed, foreskin covered dick head. At first, I was afraid that Iâd broken it. This was in the early 60âs before there was any sex education at school. Nor had my mother ever related the facts of life to me. Sex was a great mystery. I had picked up enough in elementary school to know that men had outies like mine and that women had innies, and that sex involved placing the outie into the innie, but that was about the extent of my knowledge. Iâd never actually seen anyone elseâs thing. And I had never even heard of cumming. Anyway, believing that Iâd broken my most prized possession, I refrained from beating off for the remainder of the day. However, the next morning, broken or not, I sat in my motherâs closet as she showered and my aunt slept, brought one of her sexier sandals to my lips and flogged my penis with such ferocity that I came on her closet floor and had to wipe up the milky evidence of my sinfulness.

    Soon , I began experimenting thrusting my ever growing erection through the opening of their sandals or mules, until my cock was red and raw and stinging, ultimately shooting volleys of now thickening white cream unto their shoes, and then licking the cum off of them, so that they wouldnât realize what I had done. Sometimes, I would sneak down to the basement and pick my way through the dirty clothes hamper until I found a particularly fragrant pair of their stockings, panties, or hose, then shove them in my pocket, bring them up to my room and sniff, lick and suck them as I beat off. All of this became a regular occurrence for me, as when I would come home from school it was to an empty house, as my mother worked until 5 pm and usually didnât get home until 5:30 or so, and my aunt both worked and attended community college, studying to become a nurse. There were days when I would beat off five and six and even seven times in that 2 ½ hour block of freedom, so that my dick was literally raw from the friction and painful.

    One fateful afternoon when I was 13, I arrived home from school as always to an empty house. I was horny as a lovelorn toad, having spent half the day staring at the soles of Darla Sanders, a girl with whom I was infatuated, who loved kicking off her shoes or dangling her shoes from her sexy big toes, as I sat behind her, staring helplessly at her beautiful feet. By this time, it took very little to get my cock hard, and I had spent the day trying to hide my erection, and even walking home with what looked like a banana in my jeans. I got home, ditched my book bad, walked into my auntâs room, opened her closet, dropped my jeans down around my ankles and sat on the floor first sniffing and then licking her shoes, before selecting a very sexy open toed, high heeled mule, which I then shoved my cock through and began fucking in earnest.

    I was so carried away with the fantasies whirling in my mind, that I never heard the garage door open and close, or my aunt opening the side door and entering the house. I was licking a soiled stocking that sheâd left on the floor. The scent of her feet was more pungent than my momâs. I can only describe them as intensely cheddary-vinegary, and the scent alone would stiffen my cock and have me beating off as I sucked on them, until their flavor stayed with me for hours afterward. Suddenly, her bedroom door opened, and there was my aunt, looking shocked at the sight before her eyes. There was her nephew sporting a large erection, licking her stocking, while fucking her mule. At the sound of the door, I emerged from my reverie and saw my aunt standing there a few feet from me. I tried to stand up, but my jeans bunched as they were around my ankles made me trip forward so that I landed at her sandaled feet, her mule still affixed to my stiff reddened cock. I tried to get up and fell again, so that the look of shock on her face quickly melted into a knowing smile and laughter. I was mortified, laying on the floor at her pretty sandaled feet, my cock still stuck in her mule, unable to get up and pull my cock out of her mule and pull my jeans up to hide my nakedness.

    Still laughing uncontrollably, my aunt bent over to give me a hand and helped me to my feet. She pulled the mule off of my cock, muttering that I was quite ingenious. She suggested that I apply some Noxzema to my raw cock, then went to get the blue bottle from the bathroom. When she returned with it, I had pulled up my jeans and was trying to think sad thoughts to make my erection fade, although this was clearly not working. She offered me the bottle of Noxzema saying, I think you better apply this yourself, then fitfully laughing all over again. I went to the bathroom, slathered the cooling cream all over my cock, pulled up my jeans and found my aunt standing in my bedroom with a soiled pair of her stockings in her hand. She looked at me and I begged her not to tell my mom, and she promised not to tell her. She then asked me if I had a thing for womenâs feet and blushing I admitted that I had. She told me that she had once dated a guy with what she called a foot fetish, and that she was well aware of that kind of thing. She handed me the stockings and told me that I could have them and that she had no problem with me using her shoes, but to try not destroy them and to leave them clean and dry, which made me blush even more.

    After that, my aunt would often sit next to me on the couch watching television, always nestling her feet in my direction. She never did tell me mom. I was sad when she left our home the following year, when she re-married and moved to Oregon with her second husband. After that, I would see her only once a year or every other year, and then even less frequently once I graduated from high school and began attending college. Whenever sheâd get me alone, sheâd always ask me, how is my favorite little foot fetishist doing? And then laugh. It took a few years, but eventually, I would laugh with her, knowing that my secret was safe with her. And, it was.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 39

    My name is Jo. But all through High School my nickname was Tits. I went through puberty in a flash and came out the other end with big tits for a thirteen year old and my older brother nicknamed me Tits. He called me Tits, in public, at the dinner table, in front of his friends. Other boys called me Tits and the fresher ones called me Tits to my face. Some of the girls started calling me Tits and by the time I was in the ninth grade I was just Tits.

    The school we went to in Norther California where my father worked for the state forestry service was in a town where everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew everyone's business. In that town I am still known as Tits. It isn't so much that someone says Hi Tits, it is more like can you call Tits and see if she wants to come. But my mother still calls me Tits.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Gay Male / 49

    I was 19 and I was headed from Atlanta to Los Angeles by bus in 1968. I was going west to be with the right crowd, Atlanta was not the place to be. On the bus at night, there were maybe twenty people on board a man got up and came over and sat beside me. With one swift move he grabbed my crotch and held me tight whispering to me to sit tight, his hand grabbed me and started to grind until he got my shaft and kept grabbing me until I was totally hard. With his other hand he unzipped my pants and took my dick out and started to jerk me off. I confess that I sat there quiet on the bus late at night in a trance. When the moment came that I couldn't hold it anymore he leaned over and put his mouth on my dick and I lost it all in his mouth.

    He sat beside me as we continued on our way. In the morning we stopped in Dallas and we got off and went to the restroom and intended to get something to eat at the small diner. In the restroom he pushed me into the stall and said that it was his turn and got my pants down and turned me around so that I was bending over holding on to the plumbing of the toilet and he stuck his dick up my ass. After he was done he used toilet paper to wipe his dick clean and wiped my ass. He got a kiss in before we got out of the stall and went to the diner to get something to eat before we had to board again.

    It was daytime and we were traveling west and we talked quietly and he told me his story and I told him mine. He was going west to try to get a job in the airline industry, he was a machinist and the aircraft industry paid a whole lot better in California. He used his jacket to cover up and showed me his dick and I held his hard dick under his jacket, not that anyone was that far back in the bus with us and no one came back either. We stopped to eat and again stopped around dinner time and it was a long eight hour ride at night and he taught me how to suck his dick and jerk him off. He wanted to fuck on the bus but the seats were too small so we just jerked each other off with a blowjob and settled back.

    When we got to Los Angeles he had a friend and he took me with him and we camped out there. They had know each other when they were in the Army and they were both gay and him having a boyfriend to sleep with didn't upset anyone at the house. In the room he fucked me, it seemed like all day and all night, he couldn't get enough. He sucked my dick and I sucked his dick and I was totally experienced after a week. When he got a job he moved out to a place he rented and he kept me there while I tried to find my groove. When I left Atlanta I was going there to meet up with other kids like me, this was before the draft. I ended up living with him and being his buddy in the shadow world of gay men.

    I had to register for the draft and in order to avoid service I enrolled in college and got deferred. I stayed away from the college stuff on campus, my boyfriend didn't want any trouble, he didn't want to lose his job. Technically I rented a room from him, in case anyone asked. Those college days have nothing but great memories for me and my bus ride out west opened my eyes to my new life.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 33

    My older sister got married. When she came back from her honeymoon I was helping her with her wedding gifts. She told me what they did, and that she had done doggy sex. My eyes must have betrayed me as she explained in great detail how a man could have sex with you from behind. She made her point by emphatically saying that it could go in all way.

    Eleven year olds should not be told about sex.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 18

    My first feeling of sexuality when I caught my cousin looking up my dress. The feeling of being looked at like that has never left me. When a man has those eyes I feel funny inside. I am not that pretty, but I am petite and have a chest. Sometimes I wear short dresses or skirts. A man at my work stares at my chest and butt. At the airport a man sat across from me and stared up my dress. Whenever these things happen it makes me feel things, I cross my legs real tight to stop the feeling but it never works, the feelings only stop when I touch myself. When I can I go into a restroom to touch myself until the feeling stops, but if I can't I suffer.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 52

    We moved to a new neighborhood when I was 14. Shortly after I reached puberty and masturbated constantly. The was a neighbor girl, cute blonde, who was about 10. All the kids in the neighborhood hung out at our house. This blonde, Erin, was fixated with me and I liked her but tried not to show it. I forget now where everyone else was but I found myself alone and naked in my room with her. She had a toned body, no breasts but nipples that pointed out and completely hairless pussy. We touched each other and I thought my cock would explode. Her pussy was just totally dripping wet as I ran my finger in her slit. As inexperienced as we were we knew how far we could go. I would not penetrate Erin to preserve her virginity. Iâll never forget how good it felt to be naked with a girl. We were sitting on my bed using our hands to pleasure each other when she leaned over and put a few inches of my cock in her mouth. I laid back and got her on top of me in a 69. I took a few tentative licks of her bald pussy and loved the taste of her juices and the wetness. Her head bobbed on my cock and sheâd moan when my tongue hit her clit which was actually quite prominent. After a bit she was really moaning and grinding her crotch on my face. During this time my tongue grazed her asshole and Erin let us a scream. She sat straight up so that my mouth was on her right asshole. I was so turned on that I couldnât stop. I licked her asshole and pussy while she face sat me and played with my cock.
    I needed to cum so I sat her and I back up and had her straddle me. My cock was pressed inside her slick, wet slit. We ground on each other and just as Erin let out another scream I shot a load that hit her in her face.
    We didnât make this a regular thing but played occasionally until I graduated from college and moved away. Oh yeh, once she was on the pill we did fuck for real!

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